Now I just get me a lover
respiration
Do not look at the maps, go in myself
Do not walk certain streets,
forget that it was a certain book of mine once
Or make the song
And tell you all is well
the city, friends and the sea
waiting for you,
waiting for you.
I still go to Tete week by week
Beyond remember
Today spoke of rifles firing dead
I know she loves me
That's why you may feel in your room,
but now there are.
And it feels in conversation,
or will I have the impression,
of absence and you,
of absence and you.

I would not want a failure in the crime wise
it is to remember.
Neither the inevitable default is
the nostalgia of small and silly things
As in the melee step on your feet
And laugh and laugh and laugh,
 [bad word] without going to sleep.
If it is different without you.
Very different without you.

Ideas are bullet today and I can not
use flowers for you.
Today I want to be old and wise and be able to tell
here what I could tell,
talk like a tree
with my shadow to you.
As a book saved at sea
as a dead man who learns to kiss,
for you, for you,
for you, for you.